It doesn’t add another layer to my story other than to explain why I was motionless with the remote glued to my hand. Plus, I’m sure what was left... of my brain that was centered on telescopic cross-hairs didn’t contain that information. Let’s say, my frontal lobe left me in the lurch.The part of my brain that did remain doesn’t contain any of that information. What did, is perhaps part of the litter that exploded from the damage the hollow point round did to my head. I never knew what hit me.. J khatpatiya ,mai kuchh bate aap ko batana chahata hu plz. Is ko ek bar jarur padhe sabse pahele to hello dosto kese ho, how r u ?Sab se paheli bat ye sex(chudai)kiya he ??Ye kioyn badan me aag lagati he ?? Kioyn ham chudai k liye kuchh bhi karene ko tayyar ho jate he ? Dosto jab hame pet ki bhuk lagati he tab ham kiya karte he ,jo bi kuchh gharme khane ka saman nazar aata he vo khane lagte he chahe vo 2 din purana basi khana ho, ya ham bazaar me kisi bhi larry ..ya vada paon ,ke thele par. The teacher was in his room with tears from his eyes. His thoughts being "How could my favoirte boy turn out to be able to change into one of those women I hate. Now you come back into my life to torture me some more." "What can I do for you, Principal Hirouin?" Mr. Sabuyama asked as he stepped in and stared at the male Futaba and two young ladies. "We have three pass studants returned to finish their education. Please escot them to your homeroom." "Yes sir!" . Even with her hard hat and tool belt, anyone could see the curves that her T-shirt barely hid. Even with the sleeves rolled up and her fake American eagle tattoo."Which would you like me to be?"The two of us started verbally sparring back and forth. Our words entwined and our bodies followed suit. We began to slide along each other until I realized she was very openly hitting on me. "So this is what it feels like," I asked myself.She was bold and straight-forward, playing the part of a hard hat.